PFP #6
Characters Requested: Mike, Blaine
“Mike. Mike wake up!”
Mike rolled over in his bed, ignoring the leviathan in his dreams that was trying to lure him to certain death.
“Mike, get up, it’s morning!”
Mike buried his face in his pillow. Still ignoring.
“Mike, don’t make me get Tina.”
Wha-the monster had Tina? Mike sat up quickly, preparing to punch it in the face and rescue his girlfriend.
He opened his eyes.
“Finally!” Blaine said with a cheerful smile. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for ages.”
Mike blinked slowly. “Blaine, what are you doing here?” he asked. “Your bed is three cabins down.”
Blaine smiled back. “Yeah, but I don’t really know any of those guys yet,” he pointed out. “You’re my friend.”
Mike had to smile at that. They were pretty awesome together.
The smile faded when he looked at the digital clock on the window ledge. “Blaine, it’s 6am,” he said hoarsely. “Why…?”
Blaine brightened. “Well, when the campers get here tomorrow, we’re supposed to wake them up at six every morning, and encourage them to go for a swim in the lake,” he explained happily. “And I thought it would be fun to try it ourselves!”
“Blaine,” Mike cut him off wearily. “The swim instructors make them go in the lake. We shoo them out the door, and then go back to bed until 7.”
Blaine’s smile faltered. “Oh,” he said. “That wasn’t in the Asian Camp Counselor Handbook.”
He paused. “Maybe we should do it anyway,” he tried again, newly invigorated. “I mean, it’s hardly fair to make the campers jump in the lake at dawn, if we’re unwilling to do it ourselves.”
Mike stifled a groan. “Blaine, I really don’t think-“
He broke off, looking at Blaine’s cheerfully excited face.
He sighed. “Why don’t you go test the water, and see what it’s like?” he tried. “Maybe go for a swim, then come back and tell me about it? Then we’ll decide.”
Blaine smiled. “All right!” he agreed. “I’ll be back soon.”
Mike waited until Blaine padded back out the door-not noticing until that moment that Blaine had been wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks on his lower half-before grabbing his cell phone off the nightstand.
He managed to clumsily type Kurt a text (“Please make him stop before 8am”) before falling back to sleep.